(I do not own Anything having to do with Monsters Inc. It is the property
of Disney/Pixar and such. Also, Deigo Boggs is the sole creation and
property of Demonadramon. I would like to thank her for allowing me to use
him. She is a very talented author. You should read her stories as well as
mine. Val and Mona Boggs are mine.)
Chapter One Modern Day Business Monster
I opened my eyes; the warm tropical Miami breeze blew through the open window. Next too me wrapped in the white satin sheets of the king sized bed was my beautiful wife, Candy. Her blue scales glistened in the early morning sunlight. I gently climbed out of the bed and planted my four feet on the warm black marble floor.
Our bedroom wasn't much to look at. It had red walls with black wood paneling, a marble floor, and red carpet. I walked over to the closet and opened it up. Inside hung all my clothes. Silk pastel suits, tuxedoes, and several house robes and pajamas. I grabbed the house robe and wrapped myself up in it.
The warm ocean breeze was a soothing reminder of the warm tropical paradise where I and my family lived. I walked out onto the balcony of our bedroom suit. Down below I could see the white sands of the beach. People played volleyball and tossed freebies. Others were lying on towels getting tans. Even my scaly skin had gotten a tan over the past twenty years that I had lived in Miami. Boats and yachts sailed across the sparkling blue ocean. I had my own boats. A speed boat and, of course, a yacht.
A smile spread across my face as I gazed upon the scene. "Paradise." I chuckled. "This is what I did it for." I had been a criminal back in the monster world. But, I could honestly say, I had never killed any body who wasn't innocent, or who was going to try to kill me. The only reason I had the wealth and power that I had was from a messed up diamond heist that I was involved in. My two brothers, their girls, my girl, a cop, and myself were the only survivors. But now it was all just a horrible bloody memory. It didn't bother me any more. I was a legitimate person now. I owned a huge house, the most happening nightclub in town, The Club Miami, and a rock and roll radio station, 109.7 Rockers Choice, FM 110.
I also owned a very respectable place called The Café Calamari. It was pretty good business. The place served the best sushi in town. People also got prime cut steaks, buttery steamed lobsters, all kinds of seafood, and plenty of other great food from that place. It was averaging a hundred thousand dollars a month.
I was worth probably around two hundred and sixty million dollars. Or, that's what it was last year. Even though me and my family were monsters, nobody really cared. Everybody in Miami were laid back kinnda' people. It was a wonderful place to raise a family. Especially when you and your family are cold-blooded reptiles. Miami was hot year round, and we loved it. I had a beautiful family. My wife Mona had given me three beautiful children and a lifetime of happiness. I would die for them. My two Brothers Randall and Deigo where always there for me too. Randall, his wife, Irina and his kid were in Miami for a little visit and were asleep soundly in the guest bedroom. Randall had two kids, but his oldest son Charlie was of at college. His other son Bobby was about twelve years old.
Deigo lived across town with his wife Lizzy and son Val. He worked with Roger as a bartender at the club. Deigo lived in a nice house too. Him and Lizzy had a fast food place called Bogg's Burgers, it was extremely successful. I made a fortune out of company stocks for that place. I used the money to renovate the upstairs bathroom.
I had three kids of my own. Two fifteen-year-old twin girls named Sharlet and Amelia, and an eighteen-year-old son named Roger. He was just like his old man, intelligent, cunning, and very enterprising. I let him manage The Club Miami. He was doing great with it for a teenager. My accountant Joey Thompson said last month it had brought in about forty- five grand. It was a great place. I'd check in every once in a while. Actually that was something I was going out to do that and to get an anniversary gift for Randall and Irina.
I walked out of the master bedroom and into the foyer. It also had red and black walls. More red carpet covered the black marble columns. A twin staircase surrounded a white speckled marble fountain. The stair had gold framework railings with black mahogany banisters. From the white ceiling hung elaborate golden chandeliers. A warm glow radiated from their bulbs. I walked over to my office door and stepped inside.
The walls of my office were all black. Dark red curtains waved in the windows. Sammy, my pet parrot was sitting happily on his perch. "Auk! Sammy hungry! Hungry!" I smiled at the little blue bird. "Just a sec' Sammy, I'll get ya' a snack." The parrot cocked its head side ways. I opened up a drawer in my desk and pulled out a box of birdseed. "Come on Sammy. Come on birdy. Who's daddy's little guy! Huh!" Sammy fluttered over to my desk as I poured the seed into his bowl. "I got something else really special for you." I reached into another drawer and pulled out a small bottle of scotch. I poured it in with the birdseed. It was Sammy's favorite treat. One time I got him so drunk he tried to fly off the desk and fell onto the floor.
While Sammy enjoyed his scotch and seed tonic I turned on my computer. I was checking my stocks and bank account. I had a couple of emails. Nothing special. I leaned back and turned on the radio to see what "Steal Wheel Stuart," the DJ on my station was playing. "You're listening to109.7 Rockers Choice, FM 110."
"Everyone's watching, to see what you will do. Everyone's looking at you, oh.
Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight. Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right.
Everybody's working for the weekend. Everybody wants a little romance. Everybody's goin' off the deep end. Everybody needs a second chance, oh. You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go
Everyone's looking to see if it was you. Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hoping it'll all work out. Everyone's waiting they're holding out.
Everybody's working for the weekend. Everybody wants a little romance. Everybody's goin' off the deep end. Everybody needs a second chance, oh. You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go.
You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go.
You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go."
I turned of the radio and decided to go to the kitchen. I walked down the stairs and into one of the red hallways. The kitchen was a jungle of cooks and stainless steel stoves, sinks, fridges, and dishwashers. "Heh, fellas. What's for breakfast?" The cooks and master chef turned around and smiled at me. "We're cooking your favorite today Mr. Boggs! Hash browns, sausages, pancakes, and grits." I laughed. "That's great Albuerto. That is my favorite. And for the last time call me Val, okay?" Albuerto just smiled. "Sure thing Val." "See ya around Albuerto." As I walked out of the kitchen everybody ran back to what they were doing.
Back in the foyer was Sharlet; she had on a blue silk dress. It looked great on her. "Hey, kid. How're you this morning?" She ran up to me and planted a big kiss on my cheek. "Hey, daddy. Good morning. What are you doing?" I ruffled her red hair and gave her a kiss. "I'm going out to check on the club and café." "I'll be back in about an hour. Kay?" She smiled. "Okay!" I walked up the stairs back to the bedroom. I quickly grabbed a black shirt and a blue pastel jacket. I slipped it on and grabbed my watch and wallet. "One, two three, four." I quickly counted the thousands in my wallet. "Where you going sweety?" Mona had woken up and was getting out of the bed. I walked over and kissed her. "I'm just goin' out for an hour or so. I'll be back." She gave me another kiss. "Okay. See you soon."
I quickly walked back into my office to grab my insurance policy. In one of the locked drawers I had an Uzi for emergencies. I took it with me whenever I went out. I had been attacked by a stalker a couple of years ago. And as I said before, I had never killed anybody who didn't have it coming. That guy did. I put the gun in my jacket pocket along with a few clips and walked downstairs. Randall and Irina were still snoozing in their room. Randall had always been a heavy sleeper.
I stepped out of the front door and onto the porch. The grounds around my home were green and well kept. Just as they should be, I pay the lawn company good money to have a lawn like the one I have. Large conifers lined the driveway. Colorful bushes covered in flowers stretched across the three acres. In the back I had a large hedge maze and pool. As I walked to the garage I looked at the sparkling decorative pools. I gazed at all the tropical fish that swam around happily. They didn't have a care in the world. Probably because they were so stupid.
I walked into the garage. "Hm, should I take the Jaguar, or the Lamborghini?" "I think I'll take the 68' Shelby GT 500." I walked over to the pitch-black car and hopped in. I opened the door and sat down on the leather driver's seat. I popped a CD into the player and cranked the engine. It rumbled and roared and I shot out of the garage and down to the gates of my estate. "Going out today, sir?" The gatekeeper was an older man. He didn't have a home; so I paid him and let him have one of the bedrooms in the house. "Yes. Yes, I am Bitterman, I'll be back soon." "Have an enjoyable day sir." He had a pleasant smile on his face. "You too Bitterman, you too." The car shot out the front gate headed for Roger's club. I turned the stereo up to full volume and headed into Miami. The music roared right along with the car. "Life is a highway. I want to ride it all night long. If you're going my way, I want to drive it all night long"
"Everybody's working for the weekend is by Loverboy, and Life is a highway is by Tom Cochrane." Thanks.
Chapter One Modern Day Business Monster
I opened my eyes; the warm tropical Miami breeze blew through the open window. Next too me wrapped in the white satin sheets of the king sized bed was my beautiful wife, Candy. Her blue scales glistened in the early morning sunlight. I gently climbed out of the bed and planted my four feet on the warm black marble floor.
Our bedroom wasn't much to look at. It had red walls with black wood paneling, a marble floor, and red carpet. I walked over to the closet and opened it up. Inside hung all my clothes. Silk pastel suits, tuxedoes, and several house robes and pajamas. I grabbed the house robe and wrapped myself up in it.
The warm ocean breeze was a soothing reminder of the warm tropical paradise where I and my family lived. I walked out onto the balcony of our bedroom suit. Down below I could see the white sands of the beach. People played volleyball and tossed freebies. Others were lying on towels getting tans. Even my scaly skin had gotten a tan over the past twenty years that I had lived in Miami. Boats and yachts sailed across the sparkling blue ocean. I had my own boats. A speed boat and, of course, a yacht.
A smile spread across my face as I gazed upon the scene. "Paradise." I chuckled. "This is what I did it for." I had been a criminal back in the monster world. But, I could honestly say, I had never killed any body who wasn't innocent, or who was going to try to kill me. The only reason I had the wealth and power that I had was from a messed up diamond heist that I was involved in. My two brothers, their girls, my girl, a cop, and myself were the only survivors. But now it was all just a horrible bloody memory. It didn't bother me any more. I was a legitimate person now. I owned a huge house, the most happening nightclub in town, The Club Miami, and a rock and roll radio station, 109.7 Rockers Choice, FM 110.
I also owned a very respectable place called The Café Calamari. It was pretty good business. The place served the best sushi in town. People also got prime cut steaks, buttery steamed lobsters, all kinds of seafood, and plenty of other great food from that place. It was averaging a hundred thousand dollars a month.
I was worth probably around two hundred and sixty million dollars. Or, that's what it was last year. Even though me and my family were monsters, nobody really cared. Everybody in Miami were laid back kinnda' people. It was a wonderful place to raise a family. Especially when you and your family are cold-blooded reptiles. Miami was hot year round, and we loved it. I had a beautiful family. My wife Mona had given me three beautiful children and a lifetime of happiness. I would die for them. My two Brothers Randall and Deigo where always there for me too. Randall, his wife, Irina and his kid were in Miami for a little visit and were asleep soundly in the guest bedroom. Randall had two kids, but his oldest son Charlie was of at college. His other son Bobby was about twelve years old.
Deigo lived across town with his wife Lizzy and son Val. He worked with Roger as a bartender at the club. Deigo lived in a nice house too. Him and Lizzy had a fast food place called Bogg's Burgers, it was extremely successful. I made a fortune out of company stocks for that place. I used the money to renovate the upstairs bathroom.
I had three kids of my own. Two fifteen-year-old twin girls named Sharlet and Amelia, and an eighteen-year-old son named Roger. He was just like his old man, intelligent, cunning, and very enterprising. I let him manage The Club Miami. He was doing great with it for a teenager. My accountant Joey Thompson said last month it had brought in about forty- five grand. It was a great place. I'd check in every once in a while. Actually that was something I was going out to do that and to get an anniversary gift for Randall and Irina.
I walked out of the master bedroom and into the foyer. It also had red and black walls. More red carpet covered the black marble columns. A twin staircase surrounded a white speckled marble fountain. The stair had gold framework railings with black mahogany banisters. From the white ceiling hung elaborate golden chandeliers. A warm glow radiated from their bulbs. I walked over to my office door and stepped inside.
The walls of my office were all black. Dark red curtains waved in the windows. Sammy, my pet parrot was sitting happily on his perch. "Auk! Sammy hungry! Hungry!" I smiled at the little blue bird. "Just a sec' Sammy, I'll get ya' a snack." The parrot cocked its head side ways. I opened up a drawer in my desk and pulled out a box of birdseed. "Come on Sammy. Come on birdy. Who's daddy's little guy! Huh!" Sammy fluttered over to my desk as I poured the seed into his bowl. "I got something else really special for you." I reached into another drawer and pulled out a small bottle of scotch. I poured it in with the birdseed. It was Sammy's favorite treat. One time I got him so drunk he tried to fly off the desk and fell onto the floor.
While Sammy enjoyed his scotch and seed tonic I turned on my computer. I was checking my stocks and bank account. I had a couple of emails. Nothing special. I leaned back and turned on the radio to see what "Steal Wheel Stuart," the DJ on my station was playing. "You're listening to109.7 Rockers Choice, FM 110."
"Everyone's watching, to see what you will do. Everyone's looking at you, oh.
Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight. Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right.
Everybody's working for the weekend. Everybody wants a little romance. Everybody's goin' off the deep end. Everybody needs a second chance, oh. You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go
Everyone's looking to see if it was you. Everyone wants you to come through
Everyone's hoping it'll all work out. Everyone's waiting they're holding out.
Everybody's working for the weekend. Everybody wants a little romance. Everybody's goin' off the deep end. Everybody needs a second chance, oh. You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go.
You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go.
You want a piece of my heart. You better start from start. You wanna be in the show. Come on baby lets go."
I turned of the radio and decided to go to the kitchen. I walked down the stairs and into one of the red hallways. The kitchen was a jungle of cooks and stainless steel stoves, sinks, fridges, and dishwashers. "Heh, fellas. What's for breakfast?" The cooks and master chef turned around and smiled at me. "We're cooking your favorite today Mr. Boggs! Hash browns, sausages, pancakes, and grits." I laughed. "That's great Albuerto. That is my favorite. And for the last time call me Val, okay?" Albuerto just smiled. "Sure thing Val." "See ya around Albuerto." As I walked out of the kitchen everybody ran back to what they were doing.
Back in the foyer was Sharlet; she had on a blue silk dress. It looked great on her. "Hey, kid. How're you this morning?" She ran up to me and planted a big kiss on my cheek. "Hey, daddy. Good morning. What are you doing?" I ruffled her red hair and gave her a kiss. "I'm going out to check on the club and café." "I'll be back in about an hour. Kay?" She smiled. "Okay!" I walked up the stairs back to the bedroom. I quickly grabbed a black shirt and a blue pastel jacket. I slipped it on and grabbed my watch and wallet. "One, two three, four." I quickly counted the thousands in my wallet. "Where you going sweety?" Mona had woken up and was getting out of the bed. I walked over and kissed her. "I'm just goin' out for an hour or so. I'll be back." She gave me another kiss. "Okay. See you soon."
I quickly walked back into my office to grab my insurance policy. In one of the locked drawers I had an Uzi for emergencies. I took it with me whenever I went out. I had been attacked by a stalker a couple of years ago. And as I said before, I had never killed anybody who didn't have it coming. That guy did. I put the gun in my jacket pocket along with a few clips and walked downstairs. Randall and Irina were still snoozing in their room. Randall had always been a heavy sleeper.
I stepped out of the front door and onto the porch. The grounds around my home were green and well kept. Just as they should be, I pay the lawn company good money to have a lawn like the one I have. Large conifers lined the driveway. Colorful bushes covered in flowers stretched across the three acres. In the back I had a large hedge maze and pool. As I walked to the garage I looked at the sparkling decorative pools. I gazed at all the tropical fish that swam around happily. They didn't have a care in the world. Probably because they were so stupid.
I walked into the garage. "Hm, should I take the Jaguar, or the Lamborghini?" "I think I'll take the 68' Shelby GT 500." I walked over to the pitch-black car and hopped in. I opened the door and sat down on the leather driver's seat. I popped a CD into the player and cranked the engine. It rumbled and roared and I shot out of the garage and down to the gates of my estate. "Going out today, sir?" The gatekeeper was an older man. He didn't have a home; so I paid him and let him have one of the bedrooms in the house. "Yes. Yes, I am Bitterman, I'll be back soon." "Have an enjoyable day sir." He had a pleasant smile on his face. "You too Bitterman, you too." The car shot out the front gate headed for Roger's club. I turned the stereo up to full volume and headed into Miami. The music roared right along with the car. "Life is a highway. I want to ride it all night long. If you're going my way, I want to drive it all night long"
"Everybody's working for the weekend is by Loverboy, and Life is a highway is by Tom Cochrane." Thanks.